Morning Glory

“No words this time? No words. No, there are times when nothing can be done. Not this time. Is it censorship? Is it censorship? No, it’s evaporation. No, it’s evaporation. Is this leading somewhere? Yes. We’re going down the lane. Is this going somewhere? Into the garden. Into the backyard. We’re walking down the driveway. Are we moving towards…. We’re in the backyard….some transcendental moment? It’s almost light. That’s right. That’s it. Are we moving towards some transcendental moment? That’s right. That’s it. Do you think you’ll be able to pull it off? Yes. Do you think you can pull it off? Yes, it might happen. I’m all ears. I’m all ears. Oh the morning glory”

From Leonard Cohen’s song, Morning Glory

Perfection trickles in, seeps in around the cracks. Saturates the brokenness. Pushes us up and down at the same time. Exerts pressure. Coaxes surrender. Ah….a perfect mess at last. At last. I am a perfect mess. I don’t have to share this. People know 🙂

Vicki Woodyard
Author, Life With A Hole In It: That’s How The Light Gets In

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